Chapter 8
My whole body began shaking and I fell back into bed. I needed a blanket to warm my shivering, frightened body. I realized that I had been frightened and excited all at the same time. I wondered what Sam had felt -- thought. Remembering what he said about seven o'clock in the morning I rushed out of bed, found my alarm clock which I set for six o'clock, blew out the candle and dove back into bed. It took me a long time to go to sleep that night.
Dragging my sluggish body out of bed at six o'clock the next morning was a supreme effort. By the time I reached the breakfast table, linker and Barney had already eaten and were out doing their chores. Sam was finishing his third cup of coffee and Uncle Ross was busy frying my pancakes. My eyes met Sam's eyes; there was that same dancing of the muscles around them, but no indication of embarrassment or even chastisement of me for the previous night.
Soon Sam and I were in the truck pulling along a horse-trailer through the morning freshness. I wasn't used to such early hours and the movement of the truck put me right back to sleep again.
When I awoke we were pulling into a farm with many horses grazing in the fields. A guy about my age came out to greet us and showed us where to back the trailer in order to load the home. My eyes fell out of their sockets when I saw the beautiful horse that my Uncle Ross had bought for me. The thought that this home was going to be mine for the summer excited me very much. Wow!
Sam was smiling openly at my pleasure.
"What do you think of this animal, Eric?"
"Sam, I can't believe it. That is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Sam grinned. "Horses are one of my specialties, Eric, and your uncle let me pick this one out for you myself."
"What's her name?"
"Her name is Cycle and she's just three years old. She's been broken; I did that myself and this fellow Mike has been riding her every day, getting her ready for you. When we get home I'll teach you all about taking care of her."
I was ecstatic -- I wanted to kiss Sam.
Uncle Ross came out of the bar to meet us as we pulled in with Cycle. He flipped out like I did when he saw the beautiful horse. We let her out into the pasture for the remainder of the morning and Sam and Uncle Ross began teaching me the things I had to know about horses.
At the dinner table I was unable to concentrate on the conversation around me and soon everyone was teasing me about being in love with a horse, mind you. I didn't care and spent the entire afternoon learning to saddle, bridle, mount, dismount, and ride Cycle.
After supper that evening I went to my room early to read about horses in a book Uncle Ross had given me. A long time after I had been in my room reading, there was a soft knock on my door. When I opened it, there was Sam. He came in and sat on my bed and answered questions that had come up in my reading. I was very impressed with his knowledge of horses, especially Arabians.
At one point I wanted to make some notes, and forgetting that I didn't have on any pajamas I jumped out of bed to get the paper and pencil. When I returned to the bed I realized that I was naked and that Sam was staring at me hard. His gaze made me tingle and I jumped back in bed and pulled the blanket aver me to conceal my uneasiness. I wasn't so embarrassed being naked in front of Sam, especially after he had seen me the night before. He was so big and manly that he simply made me uneasy with his pure physical strength. Sam noticed my apprehension and asked me if anything was wrong.
I lied just a little when I replied, "I don't think I'm going to be able to go to sleep tonight. I'm pretty excited yet about Cycle."
Sam chuckled and replied, "What you need is a good hot bath and a massage and you'll sleep like a log, believe me."
He went into the bathroom and ran hot water into the tub for my bath. When he came out I was still sitting up in bed, huddled under the blanket, hugging my legs against my body. "Now you go into that bathroom and soak your body in the hot water. When you're finished come out here and I'll give you that massage."
I pulled the blanket around me and walked toward the bathroom. Sam laughed at my newfound modesty. The hot water felt tremendous and all the muscles in my entire body began to relax. I nearly fell asleep and was only prevented from doing so by the voice of my Uncle Ross. He pushed open the bathroom door and grinned at me. "Sam tells me that you're all wound up about your horse. You aren't going to fall asleep in the bathtub, are you?" He knelt beside the bathtub and clasped my wet arm gently. "Look, Sam knows what's good for all of us around here, believe me. When you're through in the tub, let him give you a massage and you'll fall off to sleep, you hear? Sam is going to do it exactly the way he does it for me... and it always works for me. Good night, Eric; sleep well."
As soon as Uncle Ross closed the bathroom door I pulled my languid body out of the tub to discover I didn't have a bath towel. I pushed open the door and yelled for Sam to throw me a towel.
"Come here, Eric. I have the towel. I'll dry you as part of your massage."
What could I do? I had to get dry and Sam had the only towel. There was no more time for false modesty. I walked into the bedroom with the water still glistening on my body. Sam came toward me with the towel, which he wrapped around my wet torso. I realized then that I was only as tall as his shoulder. He began to briskly rub me dry, a little roughly to get the warm blood rushing to the surface of my cool skin. I had never been dried by a man before. It was a very groovy experience.
Imagine my surprise when he picked me up in his arms and took me to the bed. Laying me gently on top of the blanket, he unwrapped the towel so that it was underneath me and I was on my stomach. He propped a pillow under my head, pulled my arms up away from my body and slightly spread my legs. "Now you tell me if I'm too rough with you, ok? My hands are kinda big and callused and I forget that they aren't as gentle as I would sometimes like."
When his soothing hands came down on my body I found it hard to believe this was the same strong man who had commanded and controlled a horse earlier today. Perhaps the home also understood the gentle quality in these strong hands. I felt like putty, like dough, as though my body was being reshaped by a sure, strong sculpture. Sam worked lotion into his hands and then into my skin, which enable him to knead, rub, stroke, manipulate all my muscles. The moment his hands touched my body I knew I wouldn't be able to refuse this man anything he wanted. I tingled, and began to feel a fire kindle at the base of my spine. The fire sent lightning into the base of my cock and asshole. Great drums sounded through my buns. Sam could completely engulf each bun in each of his hands. His firm squeezing of them made clay out of me. I heard his voice penetrate my thoughts. "Are you okay, Eric? I'm not hurting you, am I?"
I couldn't find my voice. Instead I moved my head slightly, which reassured him that I was fine.
His hands moved down my legs and I burned with passion under his touch. Never had I ever been touched by another human being before that gave me such pleasure. "Turn over on your back, Eric, and I'll massage the front side of your body."
I turned over, completely unmindful of the fact that my prick was as hard as a rock. Sam didn't even seem to notice -- but I'm sure he did!
His hands came down again on my upper arms, then my chest. He worked more lotion into my skin to enable him to manipulate according to his desires. My face broke into a responsive smile as he moved across my belly. He smiled back gently and continued his firm massage.
As he worked up my legs I was sure that he would touch my balls. When he did, electric currents rushed through my spine. He touched them softly, then squeezed them hard. "You are a fine-looking man, Eric. All of us here on the farm want to make you as welcome and as comfortable as possible."
After that statement I saw his big curly head bend forward and his full lips slide onto my cock. His mouth was so large that I could hardly feel the back of his throat at first. His tongue massaged, caressed, explored, tickled -- my cockhead bloated with new force. His right hand was still massaging my nuts, which tightened for action. Sam didn't hurry, didn't get carried away in wild heat. He sucked on my cock with easy simple pressure, his eyes closed in a state of natural enjoyment. His head started nodding up and down, stroking my prick with his mouth, knowing that eventually I would give him my load of cum.
My hips began to rotate slowly as his left hand moved under my buns and held my pelvis closer to his mouth. My balls were touching his lips, which were warm and wet. Suddenly I was aware that both my balls were also being sucked into this strong man's huge mouth. He was sucking my entire treasure trove. I couldn't begin to explain the sensations running through my body and through my mind.
I flung my head back on the pillow and allowed his massive hand to control my buns and hips. His impressive mouth had complete control of both my balls and cock. It seemed as though the heat of his throat was growing. Little spasms of delight started dancing at the base of my cock, to be immediately replaced by urgent spasms. I felt the explosion mounting. WHAM. There it was... WHAM... WHAM. Cum was spurting into Sam's mouth and he was eating, swallowing, sucking me dry. My body arched tensely for a full minute with the exquisite lushness of this beautiful blow job. My mind was completely awash with colon of delightful cum. Sun continued holding my shrinking peter in his mouth. As my torso relaxed he let my body back down onto the bed. Licking his wide full lips he grinned at me lovingly, "You'll be able to sleep well now, Eric... and so will I."
Pulling the blanket over my weary body, he kissed me tenderly full on the mouth and disappeared though the door and down the hall to his own room.